*Alrighty, I'm back from the dead again. Does anyone wish to rp?*
*I would love to, who would you want to rp with? I've got many.*
*Hmm... let's go with the Grave Robber and another of your choice!*
*Of course, here you go.*
Marie is preparing for her wedding, shopping for dresses with a bit of a smile on her face, grabbing a white dress just in case her other dress becomes dirty.
Top is standing over the corpse of a slowly fading monster he killed, though standing is a bit of a stretch with one of his legs completely shattered.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Alrighty, I'm back from the dead again. Does anyone wish to rp?*
*I would love to, who would you want to rp with? I've got many.*
*Hmm... let's go with the Grave Robber and another of your choice!*
*Of course, here you go.*
Marie is preparing for her wedding, shopping for dresses with a bit of a smile on her face, grabbing a white dress just in case her other dress becomes dirty.
Top is standing over the corpse of a slowly fading monster he killed, though standing is a bit of a stretch with one of his legs completely shattered.
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
She bumps into them, smiling "Oh sorry, good to see you again. What do you think of this white dress? Would it look good on me?" She holds up the dress.
He looks at them, smiling as much as someone can with a bird's beak "Just some work for my job." She can tell it hurts, but he's putting on a brave face.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
there is a sound of crunching leaves from the forest. you hope they're leaves. a cold wind blows from the south, creaking the weather vane. there is rustling in the trees. the animals are silent. there are shapes and shadows moving in the woods. this is a bad night to be there
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
She bumps into them, smiling "Oh sorry, good to see you again. What do you think of this white dress? Would it look good on me?" She holds up the dress.
He looks at them, smiling as much as someone can with a bird's beak "Just some work for my job." She can tell it hurts, but he's putting on a brave face.
Mavis looks between them and the dress for half a second. "Yeah, I think it'd look great. It's cool." She answers.
"Does your job often involve killing monsters?" She casts Cure Wounds on him. (9 HP)
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
She bumps into them, smiling "Oh sorry, good to see you again. What do you think of this white dress? Would it look good on me?" She holds up the dress.
He looks at them, smiling as much as someone can with a bird's beak "Just some work for my job." She can tell it hurts, but he's putting on a brave face.
Mavis looks between them and the dress for half a second. "Yeah, I think it'd look great. It's cool." She answers.
"Does your job often involve killing monsters?" She casts Cure Wounds on him. (4 HP)
She smiles softly at that, putting the dress over her shoulder "Thank you, I am going to use it for my wedding. What are you here doing?"
"Yep." Bones begin to snap back into place, although slowly "Just a trick of the trade. How are you doing?"
*Of course, here you go.*
Marie is preparing for her wedding, shopping for dresses with a bit of a smile on her face, grabbing a white dress just in case her other dress becomes dirty.
Top is standing over the corpse of a slowly fading monster he killed, though standing is a bit of a stretch with one of his legs completely shattered.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She continues to cry, leaning against them, arms wrapped around them, "I-I... I can't believe it."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Okay, as it turns out, I don't have time to RP, but I will be back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He hugs her, gently rocking her. "Yeah..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Until we meet again, friend!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I...this is amazing..." She just stays silent for a moment before wiping away her tears "I've got to prepare."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Whadyya mean?" he asks, confused
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She bumps into them, smiling "Oh sorry, good to see you again. What do you think of this white dress? Would it look good on me?" She holds up the dress.
He looks at them, smiling as much as someone can with a bird's beak "Just some work for my job." She can tell it hurts, but he's putting on a brave face.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I've got to get a dress, I've got to look my best for marrying you." She says, leaning against them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"okay, but...can we leave that for tomorrow?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes a moment before sighing softly "Of course, dear. What do you want to do now?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Relax?" he asks. "I dunno...read? Something."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
there is a sound of crunching leaves from the forest. you hope they're leaves. a cold wind blows from the south, creaking the weather vane. there is rustling in the trees. the animals are silent. there are shapes and shadows moving in the woods. this is a bad night to be there
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
She nods slowly, sitting down on the couch, expecting them to follow, still overjoyed.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He sits down and leans against her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mavis looks between them and the dress for half a second. "Yeah, I think it'd look great. It's cool." She answers.
"Does your job often involve killing monsters?" She casts Cure Wounds on him. (9 HP)
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She leans back against them, closing her eyes.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Annnd gtg*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles softly at that, putting the dress over her shoulder "Thank you, I am going to use it for my wedding. What are you here doing?"
"Yep." Bones begin to snap back into place, although slowly "Just a trick of the trade. How are you doing?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)